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But if it was up to me, I know where I’d be.

Chapter Fifteen

Con

If I ever had any proof to show that I love Cara, last night would be it. I wanted to ask Rhett to stay so badly, but I couldn’t do that.

It doesn’t matter what I want, I just need to do the right thing. I’m glad he accepted my offer to be just friends. I mean, it sucks, but that’s life.

As I lie in bed nursing a headache and regretting the tequila last night, a knock at the door gets me out of bed. When I find a deliveryman standing there with a bag of food, I’m confused.

“Oh, I didn’t order anything,” I tell him, brow furrowing.

He glances at the receipt. “Are you Constance Wilder?”

I nod. He passes me the bag and a coffee. “Then this is for you.”

He walks away, and I head back inside with a bag of delicious-smelling greasy food. My phone beeps with a text message.

Rhett: Hope the food helps with your hangover.

Con: You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.

Why does he have to be so sweet? It’s really not helping the situation. He should just be a jerk and make it easier for me.

I get back into bed and eat the hash browns and bacon-and-egg sandwich he sent me. My phone beeps again, but instead of a text from Rhett, it’s from Cara.

Cara: What are you doing today? Want to grab some lunch and hang out?

I put my phone down, roll over and sigh. I do want to see her, but at the same time I don’t. I just want to chill in bed and feel sorry for myself, not see my sister and make it more awkward when I tell her that I saw Rhett again last night and that he brought me home.

Con: I’m hungover and dying. Rain check?

Cara: No problem! Let me know if you need anything.

Great, now she’s been sweet too, which makes me feel extra guilty. I decide I need a distraction from Rhett, from the whole situation, and maybe even a break from my phone.

I don’t know...something just has to change.

Two weeks pass, and Rhett and I stick to my whole idea of just being friends. I’m not going to lie, it’s hard for many reasons. We have the chemistry and the physical and emotional connection right there, so being only friends means ignoring that and just living in denial. He hasn’t exactly made it easy either. He has kept on asking me out to lunch and dinners as friends, which I agree to, but then his blue eyes contradict everything. He looks at me like he wants me.

I hope I’m not as transparent.

Who am I kidding? I totally am. Our texts get a little bit too flirty for friends, and he mentions needing a cold shower. I turn my head as I see some car lights in my driveway. Frowning, I open the window and see a taxi pull up. Rhett gets out of the passenger side.

What the hell?

I open the door as he staggers up my driveway. “What are you doing here?”

He looks confused for a second, blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. The driver asked me where my home was.”

My brow furrows. “And you decided that was here?”

He nods and grins. “Yes, wherever you are.”

Oh. Fuck.

I let him in and he barely makes it to the couch before he falls onto it. I get him some water and make him swallow it down. “Why are you so drunk?”